Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.